The World, Upside Down 25 July 2014

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140725_upsidedown.poolreflect_006434140725_upsidedown.poolreflect_006434 Sometimes the palm trees don't help one feel better. The pool or the ocean or the sun or the warmth don't do a thing.

Look 585 Optimum / circa 2009

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Bought this frame over the summer 2020. Built it up with Campagnolo drivetrain and brakes. Ritchey handlebars and stem. Fizik saddle and seat-post. Using an old pair of wheels for now. Mavic Open Pro rims. Campagnolo record hubs. 32 spokes front and back. They are old but still solid.

16.07.2020 Broken

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Broken glass windows all up and down these streets. Some days everything seems broken.

05.12.2013 Miami Beach, Florida

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This was taken on the last visit when things, my parents health, was still ok. They were having their problems, but seemed to be managing the day to day. This was 7 months before my dad passed away. Around 2 July mother called about dad being in hospital. His doctor worked on him through the night. Told me my father had several cardiac arrests. Told me he’s a strong guy. He was surprised he survived. After 3 weeks in intensive care he passed away. Beginning of March 2014 mother had by-pass surgery. She was never the same after that. Hardly knew where she was. Living in fear. Living scared. Dementia. They are both gone now. Things have changed.

11.11.2020 : I see I posted this photo a few years ago. I will leave it. Human error. And here I’ve added some text/context. So it stays.

05.12.2013 : Night Swim

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After a good dinner, and a glass of malbec, I’d sit by the pool and take some photos. Some nights I just sat there, star gazing while the warm humid night air enveloped me like a blanket during the warmer months. From around November to March it was nice and cool, almost cold some nights so I’d need a light jacket or vest. Most nights, eventually, I fell asleep.

7 June 2015, Miami Beach, Florida

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Mother was fading in Miami.

2016 February, Miami Beach, Florida

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This small comfort, pleasure, the ocean caressing my feet, toes curled into the sand, about 18 months after my father passed. Mourning. Respect. It took a long time. I don’t know what getting back to ‘normal’ means anymore.

21 February 2016 Yoga Miami Beach Florida

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A few days into this visit it became clear. Mother could no longer live on her own. The dementia was bad. She hardly knew where she was. 11 April 2016 my sister and I moved her into assisted living. It was a stressful time. But we did what we thought best for her.

Miami Beach, Florida 15 June 2015

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Mother sinking fast into dementia. Sister and I taking care of the bank, lawyer, bills, apartment, and lastly, in April of 2016 moving mother to assisted living.

Late 2017, Miami Beach, Florida

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I think the photo within this photo was taken in November or December of 2017, Miami Beach Florida.

Night Swim : 21 March 2016

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I was always tempted to join these people swimming in the pool late at night. A lot of my night shots were after 9pm. But I more often wanted to watch. Take photos. I saved my swims for early morning. Break of day stuff. 6:30am. An hour. Then sitting in the sun for a bit to dry off.

Miami Beach, Florida 30 March 2016

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Social Interaction : Waiting for Their Trains

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Miami Beach, Florida : 20 February 2016

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This was the back of the building my parents lived in for about 25 Years. It faces the ocean and the sand and the people strolling the beach each day and swimming and sitting in the sun tanning. Mother and father gone now. Apartment sold to aid with mother’s care. She suffered from dementia. I hope she is at peace now. She was living a tortured life.

Morning Rituals : 21 February 2016

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Heading down to the pool each morning around 6:30am became the way to start my day. It helped to relieve the stress of dealing with mother. Being around her dementia. Sundowning. Anger. Confusion. Mother, living a reality that was all her own. It was this trip that made it clear to me. She could no longer live on her own. We would have to find a place for her. Assisted living.

11.05.13 Time is different today. The air is cool and strange. My coffee and croissant have little taste. They serve as distraction as does being here at the cafe, writing. Sleep is one or two hours at a time. Woke before the alarm. Got the day started fast. It was his last hours. You could feel it. And then. Maurice is no longer with us.

25.07.14. Changes. Time is different. Again. Dad is gone. Numb. Trying to ‘get it’. Sam is no longer with us. Bonjour tristesse. Good morning sadness.

23.06.18 Time can be a painful thing. More change. My uncle Herman is gone. This is hard. I miss him every day. We talked a lot. Went to Lenny’s for pizza. Lucky to see him often during the last 4 years of his life. We became close again.

06.01.19 Tante is gone now too. Ella was taken years ago by Alzheimer’s. Today her body was taken. I loved her. She was a second mother to me. Ella and Herman. I can’t believe it.

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